Chapter 96 95: Happy Potion! The Youth Who Drives the Phoenix
Senior Sister Biandi’s experience is indeed a bit pitiful.
A lifetime of guilt.
The debt I feel throughout my life and the sadness I cannot forgive myself.
Who could have imagined that in the end all this was just the punishment given to her by Witch Morgan - how thoroughly must she control people's hearts to set up such a cunning plot!
Didn’t it mean that Morgan would only train gold-medal thugs for his enemies? The books in the library are not just chat records and friend circles. How can the records in biographies be false?
Ian felt pity for Senior Sister Ziyi in his heart for three seconds. Of course, he felt that the most pitiful person was himself... After all, the bad witch's method of punishing disobedient students was really vicious. If he didn't want to have a wife with the beautiful queen, If the senior sister had the same experience, she would definitely not let this small-minded evil witch catch any chicken feet.
Seeing the witch still looking at him with a straight face, Ian immediately became alert and chose to take sides.
"Senior sister has done many evil things in her life, and she clearly deserves to be punished like this. Teacher, this is obviously a good intention. I think she should learn a lesson in the next life."
Ian feels that he The response was quite quick out of desperation.
However.
The witch raised her eyebrows slightly, "Do you think I am punishing her? Haha, it's because I learned how to seize the soul from her, so I must have a certain fondness for her."< br>
I have to say that this is a very tricky angle. If we don’t talk about punishment, why should we call it a reward? Ian was completely unable to react how to resist.
“Isn’t that your soul-stirring thing?” He could only try to change the topic. At this moment, Ian finally understood how easy it was to deal with the girls in Hogwarts.
"What I have been studying is the soul, not the consciousness of controlling others. This is just a branch at best, but it is not bad for you to learn for the time being."
"She actually has some talents." The witch's expression showed a bit of nostalgia, as if she was remembering the past when she was still a living person.
Hearing this, Ian blinked and approached the witch.
"What about me? Do I have talent?"
He didn't have to compare anything, he was just curious about whether wizards in the long past were better than they are now. Follow the evolving rules of the times.
"If you can use your little pig head to learn what I teach you early and repair the guards that were damaged by bad guys, I will admit that you are my best student." The witch did not attack. Ian instead said happily. In this regard, she was much more likable than Snape.
Anyway, Ian is flattered.
"Maintaining the "activated" attribute for a long time is a difficult problem, but it certainly won't trouble me." Ian looked at the alchemy skills he was about to upgrade and felt very confident.
“The application of transfiguration is the key. Alchemy and transfiguration are very closely related. After all, when alchemy was first developed, it wanted to touch the realm that belonged to God alone.”
The witch yawned.
"Teacher, are you sleepy? Will your soul be sleepy too?"
Ian was a little surprised.
The witch looked at him and said, "I'm just a little bored. Maybe I've stayed here for too long. Maybe you should bring me some interesting books."
This It's obviously a requirement.
"Can you reveal the secrets of cutting-edge black magic?" Ian felt that there were some curses in the book that Aurora sent that he had not learned. Maybe he would take time to go to Hogsmeade Village. .
"What I want is the kind of book with a story that has huge ups and downs and can help me pass the time." The witch squinted her eyes and looked at Ian, and snorted with a slightly dissatisfied tone.
"Do you think I'm the kind of dark witch who likes to learn black magic?"
Faced with this obviously bomb-level question, Ian immediately shook his head like a rattle.
“I understand, you want to read some books like “Three Wild Men”, “The Overbearing Witch Falls in Love with Me”, and “The Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Man He Had to Say”! ”
Ian’s understanding has always been good.
The witch immediately nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, that's it. My apprentice, staying here is boring enough. You can't slander me like others."
"I don't like to study black magic. I just like to teach others black magic. It's just a hobby." This woman didn't seem to realize that this was much more evil than studying black magic.
Ian didn’t dare to comment too much.
He immediately responded with another greeting and auspicious words, but it was probably because of the so-called "slander" just now that the petty witch Morgan began to inspect his alchemy learning progress seemingly casually. Fortunately, Ian has never slackened his research on alchemy, so the witch Morgan did not seize the opportunity to punish him slightly.
“Aren’t you curious why I was obsessed with that mirror after I died?” The witch suddenly asked coldly, which stunned Ian, who had just passed the test and was still secretly relieved. .
The witch did not wait for his answer, and said softly as if she was asking a question to herself, "That mirror contains a secret. I think I really figured it out not long ago."
There was some emotion in her tone, and some... imperceptible sadness. For a witch like Morgan to be able to make Ian feel this kind of emotion is really incredible.
“Is it a secret between life and death?”
Ian’s curiosity was aroused.
The witch sighed softly, her eyes fell on him, just stared at him for a moment, and then looked outside to the fantasy land that was always dark, as if there had never been a sunny day.
"It is the fickleness of fate, my apprentice."
It seems that many people always like to mention this word. The more powerful the wizard's tone, the more awe-inspiring he sounds, but there is more of an indescribable sadness in the witch's voice.
Is it related to King Arthur or Merlin?
Ian feels that with such privacy, even if he asks, the witch may not necessarily give him the answer. However, how can you know the answer to some things without trying it.
Ian just wanted to ask a question.
The witch raised a finger and interrupted him.
"Maybe you should go to your friend's town."
She obviously didn't want to continue discussing this topic. Of course, Ian was very sensible and immediately chose to shut up, but there were still two questions in his mind. You need to ask the legendary witch.
"Teacher, I want to ask you two more things." Ian calculated in his mind how long he could stay. Since his magic upgrade, he could stay in this land for almost half a day.
"You ask."
The Witch Queen leaned toward the back of the bench and placed her hands on either side of the chair.
Her sitting posture is elegant and calm, and her long hair is casually draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, adding a bit of uninhibited and wild beauty to her luxurious and beautiful appearance.
“It’s like this, I’m learning a magic, but I seem to have hit a bottleneck.”
Ian saw the look in Morgan Witch’s eyes, and the picture frame in his hand changed into The wand was still there, so he waved the wand and recited the spell.
“Invoke the God of Guard!”
I don’t have the one I have handy, but it is still easy to use. The tip of the wand shines with a silver substance, but the light is still just like a cloud. Floating around.
The swaying silver glow only expanded and filled, failing to fully exert the power of the patron saint spell.
Even with Ian's continuous output, the entire castle has turned from gloomy to fairy tale-like in the silver glow, and the data on his personal panel is still as stable as a mountain.
[Guardian Charm (Level 0) 49/50]
There is no tendency to go any further. Ian really has a hard time understanding this situation. He has clearly understood this magic. Extremely thorough without any omissions.
"You may be suitable for a magic called [Phantom Reappearance]... But that will have to wait until you repair my guard." Witch Morgan's eyes were like the deep night sky, watching this scene quietly, The tone was a bit exclamatory and emotional, "You don't lack happiness, but you lack the key things to form this magic."
Very sharp review.
It completely matches the increasingly intense feeling in Ian's heart.
“Yes, my professor said that the Patronus Charm summons a soul mate, who comes from the same place as the dementors, and is a companion who will open up a way forward for the wizard after his death.”
Ian explained Grindelwald's doctrine, including Grindelwald's views on dementors. He felt that the legendary witch who had become deceased should know more about this than Grindelwald.
"Your professor is very good at research. Yes, it seems that there will still be some talented wizards in future generations." The legendary witch raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Her words clearly confirmed Grindelwald's views on the Patronus Curse and Dementors.
"So, teacher, where is my soul mate?" Ian blinked and mentioned the doubts he had about Grindelwald to his mentor in the trance.
Compared with Grindelwald's confusion and confusion before, the legendary witch had a subtle smile on her lips. She seemed not to be surprised at all by Ian's inability to summon the Patronus.
"As long as you are a wizard, you will have your own soul mate. You might as well guess why you don't have one." The witch's tone was a bit ridiculing.
Ian blinked.
"Is it because my soul mate fell in love with a wild patron saint and was abducted?" His response was obviously an unexpected thought from the witch.
“…”
The witch’s expression stiffened for a moment, and then she sighed, “What on earth are you thinking about in your head every day? Why do you always get some messy things? What a wonderful idea."
She covered her forehead with her hands, not knowing if she felt a headache because of Ian's answer, "Soul mates will not be fooled by anything. He was abducted by a living patron saint, because there is no such thing as a wild patron saint. Only when a dead human being steps forward and faces a choice between two paths, will this person’s soul give birth to the guardian angel you are talking about. God...it will guide the soul who makes the choice to experience a life that has never been experienced before."
"This life...is called a wizard."
Witch Morgan sat on the bench and looked up at Ian.
"So, my apprentice, you shouldn't ask me why you don't have a soulmate...but you should ask yourself, what is the difference between you and other wizards."
Her eyes seem to be able to see into the essence of everything in the world.
Although the witch's voice was always soft, the information revealed in her words was extremely explosive. Ian, who was so shocked that his heart was shaking like an ocean, could only look away from the other party.
He felt a little guilty.
Some secrets may be exposed, but some secrets obviously can only remain secrets... At this time, in shock, Ian probably also knew why he could not summon the patron saint.
As a time traveler.
Perhaps he lacks reincarnation like other wizards?
"Can a dead person return to the earth again? As a wizard?" This is not only a way for Ian to change the subject, but also something that Ian feels is extremely incredible.
“Exactly.”
The witch nodded slightly.
"Reincarnation? Can it still be like this?"
Ian still feels a little strange.
"Yes... can it still be like this?" The witch seemed speechless at Ian's repeated confirmation. She looked at Ian, but her expression was a little inexplicable and strange.
"To be honest, you are the last person who should ask this question..."
A very puzzling sentence.
Before Ian could continue to perform 100,000 why combos.
The witch glanced at Ian's bulging luggage, "It's time for you to ask the next question. After asking, you need to keep half of the food in your luggage. Some people are not worthy of eating. You I can only bring one to the little girl. If you let me know what benefits you gave to the executioner..."
"Haha"
The witch did not finish her words. . But the sneer on her face already made Ian aware.
After learning the identity of the witch, he once again felt the witch's heartfelt disgust and dissatisfaction with Pandro. He felt as if he had solved some kind of identity mystery.
Maybe?
Probably?
"The second question is actually very simple. Teacher, you have done a lot of research on potions. In your time, was there any potion that could make people feel infinite happiness?"
Ian had not forgotten that his friend could not cast the Patronus Charm. He had already figured out that it was definitely impossible for the Half-Blood Prince to prepare a happy potion that could take shortcuts.
Otherwise.
He had already used it for himself.
Why do I have a gloomy face every day, like menopause?
“A magic potion that makes people feel happy?”
The witch looked Ian up and down, without asking why, but suddenly showed an expression of realization, and then started to tear up her dress with a bright smile.
"Um...Teacher, can't you write it in those old books I brought? Although I can't take things out of this world, I should still be able to take back the things I brought in."< br>
Ian has actually wanted to ask this question for a long time.
“Are you dissing my things?”
The witch’s voice was dissatisfied.
Ian watched the witch's smile disappear, looked up, and quickly continued to explain, "I just think that such a method should be considered a waste for you? After all, your dress has never grown back. If possible, I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”
Concerning words.
The witch's expression softened a bit.
"You will know the meaning of doing this, but not today... Maybe you should have more trust in your teacher, which will eventually make you grateful to me at some point."
The witch's tone was full of meaning, and she handed another piece of the dress to Ian.
"Of course I trust you, just like I trust my mother." Ian has harvested two pieces of the dress today, and he feels that sooner or later he will be able to see the witch shivering from the cold.
“How do I remember you said you were an orphan?”
The witch looked at Ian sideways.
Not a curse.
Better than swearing.
"..."
Ian didn't even dare to curse in his heart. He lowered his head and looked at the fragment of the dress in his hand, which recorded a very complicated formula for brewing potion.
“After reading your textbooks, I generally have an idea of what materials are left in your era. I think you should be able to find the above materials in your era.”
< br>"I have improved some materials that may have become no longer common, and also modified the effect of the potion. This will be a very, very long-lasting... happy potion."
A large piece of the witch's dress was missing, but she didn't seem to care.
"How long does it last?"
Ian casually stuffed the dress fragments into his robe.
“Don’t keep your friends waiting.”
The witch didn’t respond, just turned and walked towards the castle - Ian looked at the lonely back of the witch and felt that he While repairing those guards, you should make a few more magic pets for the witch. Maybe the days in the trance are really hard, and a few interesting pets should be able to pass the time.
An alchemical cat that can automatically weave stories may be a favorite pet for witches.
"My alchemy is the most meaningful alchemy. It can not only benefit the living but also help the dead!" Ian did not dare to disobey the witch's warning. He left a lot of snacks on the long table and only brought After accepting Ariana's share, he immediately ran out of the empty and gloomy castle with his much lighter luggage on his back.
"Pandro may blame me, but Morgan may really turn me into a pig and punish me." When it came to the safety of his friends and himself, Ian chose the latter.
He walked forward along the dim ancient road.
Ahead.
The quiet jungle with clear skies is not far away.
Every piece of land in the trance is actually linked together, but just like animals dividing their territories, the souls who stay here live in their own exclusive areas for a long time.
Each soul affects the area where it lives, so the boundary between the two sites looks very disconnected. Even with just one step, Ian feels that the temperature has changed a lot.
The scenery is the same.
Through a barren grassland, the path underfoot gradually became soft and lively - compared to the dark clouds and haze on Teacher Morgan's side, Ian was greeted by a breath of fresh air when he crossed the border. It rushes forward, and there is a gentle echo among the fallen leaves and twigs. It's like a horror story transformed into a fairy tale.
“It’s this kind of environment that cultivates your mood.”
Ian heard the sound of running water in the jungle.
I saw huge trees that were tall and dense. Their branches and leaves were intertwined to form an emerald sky, blocking most of the sunlight, allowing only tiny spots of light to penetrate, covering the ground with a glittering golden carpet. All kinds of wild flowers, red, yellow, and blue, are blooming, like a beautiful picture unfolding before your eyes.
"There are no wild fruits to eat at Teacher Morgan's place!" Ever since Ian ate the golden apple brought back by Pandro not long ago, he always felt that he could encounter other magical fruits in the trance. When he saw a very tall green fruit tree, Ian climbed up without saying a word.
“The color of this fruit shows that it increases Avatar proficiency, the Avatar fruit.”
For the time being, it belongs to Ian who cannot cast spells without a wand. Hanging on a high tree, he pulled the branch hard with his hands, and then he picked a fruit from it with some difficulty,
However.
After taking a bite, he squeaked several times in succession, and immediately threw away the fruit in his hand in disgust.
"I'm afraid I shouldn't call it a bitter fruit!" Just as he was about to climb down, Ian was a little surprised to find that the fruit he threw away hit a stranger on the head.
“Huh?”
That was a young man.
When he was hit on the head by a half-eaten fruit, he was squatting on the ground and picking up something. The shining luster was the fragment of Ian's gown that fell out of his robe.
"This is what you dropped."
The young man saw Ian slipping down from the fruit tree, and he did not blame him, but picked himself up with a smile. The fragment of dress was handed back to Ian.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were down there."
Ian quickly put away the "text" given by Teacher Mara, and this time put it directly into the inner bag of his robe. He quickly expressed his apology to the smashed wanderer soul.
This is a young man who is much taller than Ian and looks outstanding in appearance. His complexion is a healthy wheat color and his nose is straight. His appearance makes Ian feel slightly familiar.
But he was very sure that he had not seen this soul.
“Do you live nearby?”
While Ian was wary that the other person might be a bad soul pretending to be a good person, he was also curious.
"You look so different from us, what a unique and terrifying gift."
The young man did not answer Ian's words immediately, but stared at the little wizard in front of him in surprise, just when Ian was thinking about how to fool or explain that he was a living person.
"I don't live here. In fact, I am preparing to go to the next section of the journey." The young man answered Ian's inquiry and did not pay too much attention to Ian's abnormality. For a soul that has given up its obsession, the appearance of living people in a trance obviously does not make him care too much.
"I just want to see my mysterious aunt before I leave here." The young man's eyes fell on Ian's hand, but he quickly turned his head and looked into the distance.
“She was much more pitiable than me in the past, but obviously she will have a lucky life.” Another nagging soul, who doesn’t know what his occupation was during his lifetime.
“Does your aunt live nearby?”
Ian felt that he might have met a relative of Teacher Morgan.
After all, I am looking for my aunt.
"I've already seen her, so it's time to muster up the courage to move forward." The young man just responded with a smile, and suddenly turned around as he walked away.
“By the way, kid, you should still be in school?”
I don’t know why this young man is still there when he is obviously a soul that has resolved its obsessions and is better than Mr. Morgan. I'm curious about Ian's age.
"First grade, Hogwarts."
Ian was not sure whether the other party was an old guy or not, and whether he knew the school he attended. The thousand-year history of Hogwarts is definitely not that long in this land.
"You are indeed not old."
The young man nodded with a smile on his lips.
"I can understand the budding feelings in your heart. However, if you have a girl you like very much, love potion is definitely not a wise choice."
"That's a crime. Azkaban will wave to you immediately... If I were you, I would have a little more confidence in my outstanding appearance."
Finished.
The young man turned around and continued walking forward without looking back.
He raised his hand and waved.
It was like saying goodbye to Ian.
In the curtain of the sky, the space was distorted, and a fiery red bird flew from nowhere, as if it wanted to accompany the man on his journey ahead.
Under the green fruit tree.
The confused Ian couldn't bear to be surprised by the phoenix appearing in the trance.
He was stunned for a few seconds.
“Holy shit!”
The little wizard looked horrified and took out the fragments of Teacher Morgan's dress.
“Happy Potion!?”
……
[ps: Big debt, pay it back twice as much tomorrow]
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